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Firefly, Serenity


Posted on 2007.05.23 at 15:38
Current Location: 75070
Current Music: James Newton Howard - Waterworld

The sun was setting but the thermal density of the hundreds of decares of sand seemed to multiply the order of magnitude. It was going to remain hot for quite awhile. He tied his bolero around his waist, two hours after true dark he'd need it to cover his arms, even if the wind didn't come. But these days, it always seemed to. Not like before, when there was vegetation around these parts. He pulled out a crude navigation instrument, took a bearing, and began to walk. How he always seemed to find himself in these situations was beyond him. All the careful planning, ensuring each vector of his scenario was accounted for. Every variable attended to. Well, no surprise. You can't account for everything. he thought. He expelled a raspy cough and continued on his trek.

Night fell, and with it, the winds. Shivering in his jacket he pulled out his last remaining glow stick to illuminate the compass. Not being able to measure the distance he'd already crossed was discouraging, but what other choice did he have? Stay behind and wait for rescue? Who'd come, and why were questions he refused to idly ponder. The only recourse was to march on, no matter consequences beyond his control. He'd have to face hurdles, if any, when he came across them; but worrying about them now wasn't going to get him home. His glow stick's light diminished long before his hope of sunrise, but that would only bring back the oppressive heat.


Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2007-05-23 21:02 (UTC) (Link)
What book did this come from?
ehowton at 2007-05-23 21:06 (UTC) (Link)
No book. I was standing outside having a scooby-snack with drax0r and decided I wanted to write something. This is what I came up with.
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2007-05-23 21:07 (UTC) (Link)
Well that's impressssive!
ehowton at 2007-05-23 21:10 (UTC) (Link)
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2007-05-23 21:08 (UTC) (Link)
does drax0r consume scooby snacks as well?
ehowton at 2007-05-23 21:10 (UTC) (Link)
Of the inhaling variety.
galinda822 at 2007-05-24 13:11 (UTC) (Link)
You are such an imaginative writer and storyteller! I think I might actually understand this one.
ehowton at 2007-05-24 13:21 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks! Me too! Poor photogoot probably thinks its about whacking it. *sigh*
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2007-05-24 14:57 (UTC) (Link)
Correct me if I'm wrong, but is photogoot a perv...or are you?
ehowton at 2007-05-24 15:07 (UTC) (Link)
That was simply a continuation from this post where, I assume, you only commented via email after your initial comment rather than reading the entire thread.
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2007-05-24 15:24 (UTC) (Link)
I did read that thread and thought about commenting something to that effect. What was unclear was whether or not you were making a statement that either or the both of you are pervs.
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2007-05-24 14:56 (UTC) (Link)
now that I know the story behind the composition, I have to ask what brought about these particular ideas? Stress? Thinking of things to come? Stress? Making an analogy?
ehowton at 2007-05-24 15:04 (UTC) (Link)
I'm unsure that there's a 'story' behind it, but then I suppose there's a story behind every work of fiction if you look hard enough.
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2007-05-24 15:23 (UTC) (Link)
Look Closer
ehowton at 2007-05-24 16:54 (UTC) (Link)
You're exactly right, Tomas - you've seen through my thin facade. This wasn't an exercise in prose, rather a metaphor for something deeper. You're so f'ing smart!

You see, the endless, oppressive sand is you. Always present, never subtle. And you're right to assume that I'm the unnamed protagonist - trying desperately to escape your fanciful innuendos (the wind) which is the sound of your never ending voice (or in this case, word after word after word!)...Christ man, give it a rest!
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